Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Scorchheart · ShadowClan Warrior

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Jaggedpine · ThunderClan Deputy

Rooke and his father stood silently among the other people. He had been listening to the other family that had tried to "help" them earlier. They were not way off course! How did that family think they could just say they were off course when they didn't even know where they lived? Rooke was furious, and his father would have given them a serious talking to if he had heard them too. They waited for a while for the round up to begin. Rooke was boiling over in excitement.

Scorchheart · ShadowClan Warrior

Simon watched every one slowly, taking in the scene. Every body was all tensed up over the big hunt to take place. Some people were already preping up their horses. He sighed in irritation. It was just some hunt. It wasn't like they were after anything big.

Simon looked at his horse, Stark, who was grazing on the grass below. He looked like he didn't care much for the hunt either. He snorted and plodded the ground with his hoof, the white stripe accross his forehead gleaming. He didn't like going out to where other people just used spurrs and whips. Simon had never used one on him, except for that one time when he wouldn't listen. But that was another matter.

Jaggedpine · ThunderClan Deputy

Rooke sighed and wiped his brow again. It would be a while before the roundup started, for people to come. He looked back at the other family that had jumped to conclusions and snorted, but all the same, he felt happy that someone was watching out for them. Maybe the kid could be a friend. He shook the thought away. He was a loner. He turned toward his dad. "How long, dad?" he asked.
"It's gonna be a while now son," he said, his dusty, southern-accented voice mumbled under the sounds of the crowd. The sun was just coming up over the horizon, and he smiled at it. Today should be a day of happiness, not a day of fighting and hatred with another family.

Scorchheart · ShadowClan Warrior

Simon decided to pull out some beef jerky from his pack. He always carried some just in case. He saw the other kid from that family staring at him. He wasn't really surprised, seeing as how his father had overreacted. The kid had a nice looking horse too. The horse looked as close to that boy as Stark was to him.

He decided to restart and try to see if they would agree to an appology. He calmly walked over to them and waved, His golden hair shining in the sunlight. "Sorry bout' earlyer. My parents get a little nervouse around things like that eversince an accident that happened a while ago. My name's Simon. Nice to meet your family." He told them.

Jaggedpine · ThunderClan Deputy

Rooke couldn't believe it. This kid was actually talking to him! "Nice to meet you too. I'm Rooke," he said, holding out his hand. The excitement he was feeling too much to put into words. Truthfully, he had always wanted a friend, other than his parents, the farm dogs, Feather, and his stallion. Now looked like his chance.

Scorchheart · ShadowClan Warrior

Simon was surprised at the boy's enthusiasm. He had expected him to throw rocks and laugh at him like all the others did. It looked like they could be friends. He shook the Rook's hand and sat next to him. "I thought you might be less friendly like those other's."he said, expressing his thoughts. At least he could talk with someone. "My horses name is Stark. Who's you horse?"he asked. It was good to know a horse as well as its rider.

Jaggedpine · ThunderClan Deputy

Rooke smiled at Simon. "His name is Storm Stallion," he replied. He patted the horse's neck. Maybe they really could be friends. "What do you mean by 'others'," he asked, just out of the blue. He didn't expect a straight answer. He ran a hand through his hair. He had made a friend. He wasn't sure if his father would approve or not. He probably would. He smiled at himself. He definitely approved, and that was all that mattered.

Scorchheart · ShadowClan Warrior

"Well, back when I was young, some of the kid around here laughed at me and pitched stones at me. I'm not really used to being accepted by others. My horses name is Stark. We've been together since I could walk." Simon told Rooke. "I don't mind other people at all, just the way they act. My parents...well...they can be a bit troublesome sometimes, but I like em' all the same. Your parents must be a bit less over reactive. My parents...evers ince an accident a year ago...the've been a bit on edge. But they are only concerned with other peoples safety." he explained. He didn't want anybody to think bad of his folks.

Jaggedpine · ThunderClan Deputy

Rooke shrugged. "My parents can be real defensive. They don't like people to think that they can't take care of themselves. They rarely accept help," he explained. He wanted to know about the accident, but he didn't want to pry. He stretched and leaned on the stallion's neck. He sighed deeply. Would the roundup just start already? He looked around and saw that there were still some people that needed to come yet. He looked at his father, who was talking to someone, bragging about this and that and the other thing. He shook his head. He heard his talking about the family of mutts that they had to protect the deer and other animals, and they were great at it. The red deer were powerful and strong. They had reason to brag about them. They made great meat and the warmest fur around the neck for coats, and lighter fur everywhere else for summer clothes. The antlers were sharp and great for knives.